Can’t Win Me Back

"Lyse, you're finally awake!" Jameson held Alyssa's soft hands tightly as he caressed and kissed them longingly.

He had been so anxious that he was on the brink of tears.

"You've been sleeping for 24 hours.

You really scared me to death.

I was afraid that you were unwell! "T got a doctor to come over while you were asleep and got you injected with glucose.

You can't keep going on without food.

No matter how much you hate me, you shouldn't torture yourself.

Is it even worth it this way?" As a doctor, Alyssa knew she couldn't hold up much longer.

This bastard, Jameson, was right.

Even if she wanted to kill him, she needed to gather enough strength to do so.

"I'm craving meat," Alyssa uttered without looking at him.

After five days, Jameson finally invoked a normal response from her.

The quiver in his eyes reflected the joy within him.

"Sure...

staff prepare

It'll be ready soon.

hour later, the kitchen staff prepared an entire spread of delectable

Alyssa sat in a wheelchair, two female helpers pushed her into the bathroom

washed her up, groomed her, and

to her face when she emerged from the

so, her cheeks were still

gaze was deep and

his arms around her

in his arms, a look of hatred flashed

limbs were devoid of any strength

carefully to the dining

dining table, he sat her on his lap

his straightened

your mobility

tenderly and affectionately, Jameson cut the steak into small pieces and fed them to

knew Jameson's patience was reserved for Alyssa

lowered her moistened

she

light in her eyes had faded, replaced by an emptiness, a

his fingers grazing her cheek, his eyes

so that you'll look good in your wedding dress when you're

when she thought about that drug that

to be overly resistant against Jameson's idea of wanting to marry